THE OCTOBER VISIT

THE OCTOBER VISIT

Let’s play, says Casper.

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 I watched them walking through the gates,

None of them looked pleased.

A look of discomfort filled their eyes.

They were not at all at ease.

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 “I really don’t like being here,”

Was something that was said.

I wonder just what they expected.

After all, everyone here is dead.

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 A graveyard in October?

Especially at dusk?

That’s when the spirits come out to play.

This time of year? That’s a must!!

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 “Let’s make this quick”, the woman replied

While looking all around.

“This place gives me goosebumps”,

He replied while looking at the ground.

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 “Did you hear that?” the woman asked

As she grabbed her husband’s arm.

He walked a little faster to avoid

Encountering any harm.

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 Soon the whispers started

And I didn’t hesitate

To join in the deadly murmurings

Asking what would now be their fate?

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 On impulse, I let out a moan

As loud and as clear could be.

Others joined in with echoing groans.

One yelled, “Oh, woe, oh woe is me!”

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 As the couple’s bodies trembled,

They stopped and looked around.

“There she is,” he whispered

As he looked at the name he found.

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 They placed the flowers on the grave,

But didn’t shed a tear.

With trembling voice, she quickly stood

And said, “Let’s get out of here.”

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 They didn’t waste a moment

As they hurried through the gates,

But made me wonder once again,

What important task awaits.

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 I stood before the silent grave

To see just why they came.

I kneeled and touched the dying petals

As I stared at my own name.